Friday, April 13, 2012

folding bike + catholicism sub cult

Wednesday, I forced my outtashape body to play ultimate after two years of not playing and I suffered for it.

But I guess I loved inflicting pain on myself because the next day, Thursday, I rode my folding bike to Bisita Iglesia or 7 churches.

I haven't spent Holy Week in Manila for ages so these are what I found out...

[1] It was traffic hell around the churches so good thing I was on a bike [besides I wouldn't even do Bisita Iglesia on a car, I did this on a bike for the experience].

[2]There was a "fiesta" athmosphere around the churches as vendors sold their shit to hungry and thirsty Pinoy Roman Catholics [yup, Catholicism is alive and well in the 'Pines].

It was my first time to join a group and boy I found it hard to keep up.
I usually rode at my own pace but in a group, I was pressured to
ride as they do. I hate red traffic lights when driving. But in biking, specially in my condition, STOPLIGHTS ARE YOUR FRIEND!

Long story short, I huffed and puffed but survived the ride from MOA to
Quiapo, passing old school Manila churches. They were also kind enough to wait for me. Yes, there is a God.

unsubcultured is the new cultured. I KNOW, RIGHT?!

how this blog was born kicking and screaming into the www.orld

Was watching a band [band name withheld to protect innocent me from that band's hardcore musicians] in some bar. I was bored. But drunk. I then thought, If I wasn't enjoying this sub culture, then I must be... [eureka, for lack of a better enlightening moment word] UNSUBCULTURED.